Fleetwood Mac

31 May

If you look really closely you can see the one and only Stevie Nicks rocking a tambourine.

Yesterday I went to the Fleetwood Mac concert. I was high in the nosebleeds, sitting in an awkward corner seat between two very-in-love couples.

It was unbelievable.

Stevie took the stage all golden hair and stilettos. At various points she would work a tambourine or run her hands through the beads attached to her microphone. She seemed to just wander off and on stage at will, coming back with a new flowy scarf to add to the mix.

Sometimes she would just twirl, in that little girl, put-your-hands-over-your-head-and-feel-the-sunlight way.

It was magical. She was magical. The night was magical.

Don’t even get me started on the love and healing and faith that was required to get Lindsey and Stevie on stage together singing songs about each other, to each other. Seriously, don’t. Or do and let’s talk about it for the next month.

There’s a reason all 11 songs on the Rumours album are on my “Top 25 Most Played” playlist. Fleetwood Mac, you slay me.

Pencil #9.

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